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cloudey23

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You guys relate. Anyway, enough with my stupid banter, here's what you're all here for: 

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Hawkeye's comfortable spot that he is webbed to

Literally Face Planting

10:23 A.M. 

"Not. A. Word." Clint snarled at the man snickering on the other side. At this point, Pietro was full out laughing his face off. Clint just huffed, annoyed. He tried to break out of the Spider's silk, only to not even move an inch. 

"What the fu-," 

"Ahem! Our dear Captain here, would not appreciate your bad language words, Clint." Iron Man said through his comm, trying to keep his amused laugh to a minimum. Clint definitely heard a chuckle that belonged to Pietro on the other side of his comm. 

"Go to hell, Tony." 

Tony gasped dramatically, as if Clint had just said the most disrespectful thing to him grown to man. 

"Steve! Steve! He told me to go to a bad language word! Arrest him!" Tony yelled. Clint flinched from the amount of noise the other man was producing in his ear. He couldn't take it out. His hands were webbed by that wall crawling bu- arachnid. Clint rolled his eyes at the kid's banter, yet respected it. 

"Hell isn't a bad word, Tony." Steve responded, his voice filled with amusement and snapping Clint out of his thoughts. He chuckled at the gasp the genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist let out. 

"Captain America! You just used a bad language word- what has this world come to?" 

"Tony, shut it." Steve muttered urgently, his voice changing it's tone completely. 

"No, no, Steve. I will not. I need to teach you a lesson to you kids about proper grammar-," Tony started, only to be cut off completely. 

"Iron Man, I've got visual on Spider-Man. I'm close to Pietro, I'm gonna help him. Tony you're closer to him, get him. Try not to hurt him. Hawkeye, location." 

"On top of that old abandoned apartment building." 

"Affirmative. Iron Man, you got Spidey?" Captain asked. 

"Ha, yeah I'll get him. And I'll do it right." Clint snickered at the thought of Tony against Spider-Man. When he was fighting the teenager, Clint noticed that Spider-Man was holding back an incredible amount of strength and reflexes. Nobody should be able to have that power, let alone a teenager. 

"Good luck," Pietro and Clint countered at the same time. 

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Stark's flying location

Iron Man Suit 

10:31 A.M.

"Good luck," Pietro and Clint said in unison. Stark chuckled at the thought of being beaten by a teenager. The fact that he caught Pietro and Clint got him surprised, but nothing the playboy couldn't handle. He turned off his comm. 

"Jarvis, deactivate Comm system, and find the Spider." Tony said with a smirk on his face. He fought a whole alien army. He could take out a small spider-

"-advancing on you, sir." Was all he heard when he heard a familiar thwip. Tony yet out a very manly yell as gravity took it's toll. He crashed to the ground. 

"Y'know..." Spider-Man started, "I was just wondering... Can a match box?" Spider-Man looked at Iron Man. They stared at each other. Spider-Man shrugged. 

"Then I thought.. of course not... But a Tin Can. And look what we've got here. My favorite Tin Can all around!" Spidey exclaimed happily. Tony tried to hold in a small bit of laughter. 

"C'mon, Spidey... We're all friends here. Just come with me to see Mr. Furry and we'll all be good-," Tony began. He honestly did not want to fight the teenager. 

Cause obviously he would win. 

And that would ruin his image. 

"How about no, Mr. IreallydontcareImjustsayingthissoIdontlookbad?" Peter asked, getting into a defensive position. Tony felt actual disappointment that the kid thought of him that way. He ain't having it. 

"That's not true. C'mon Pete-," 

"Don't call me that." 

"C'mon, Spidey, just a small trip, you won't be able to know that you were gone." Tony tried to reason. 

"How 'bout no, Yellow Mustard and Red Ketchup?" Peter quipped. Tony sighed. He slowly raised his arm at the kid, who automatically went into a defensive position. 

"Sorry, kid." He fired at the boy. The small missiles he used could take out a full grown man. They were heat-seeking. He shot five at the small spider. 

Pete's P.O.V. 

Tony shot the missiles. Five of them. Most likely heat-coordinated. Peter dodged the first two at a quick speed, the missiles shooting at him at at least 50 MPH. He was close range, if Peter hadn't had his reflexes, he would've gotten hit by all five. But he didn't. 

He got hit by one. 

After he dodged two of them at once, he turned around just in time to see another one, aiming for his face. He dodged halfway through, having the missile hit at his higher chest and his lower neck. The heat was almost suffocating. His skin yelled at him. Peter kept in the yell he would've let out. Instead he merely grunted and took a few steps back. His suit was battered at the spots where he was hit, the once red spandex now black and burnt. It showed some of his burnt, red and stinging skin. Tony flinched at the grunt Peter made. 

After about 10 seconds of straight staring, Peter made his move. Fire burned his eyes as he rushed at Tony at full speed. When he was inches from Tony's face, he let out a small, 

"You hit me. Nice one. Now it's my turn to hit you." Before Tony could move or merely react, Peter step-sided, sweeping Tony's feet, hearing a clunk as Tony's armor hit the ground. Peter eyed the arc reactor. Decided he shouldn't murder someone tonight, or ever, Peter webbed all of the joints of the Iron Man armor. He knew that the molecular structure of his webbing would defy everything in order to go down deep in Stark's armor, completely immobilizing him. He made sure he covered everything that Stark could be hiding a weapon in. Peter swayed on his feet slightly, before falling off the edge of the building, swinging away into oblivion. 

**Stark** 

"Jarvis... operate comm system," Stark muttered in his helmet. 

"Right away sir," Jarvis responded. 

"Cap... He got me, I'm down, the armor's down. But he's hit. You got Pietro and Clint?" 

"Yeah Tony, I got them." 

"He's heading down 24th and Broadway. I'll try to meet you there. I hit him in the chest. He's injured." The only response he got was Clint and Pietro snickering: 

"Haha! We told you, Stark!" 

He'd never live this day down. 

A\N.

Done. 

FINALLY

I CAN REST

NO WAIT- 

HOMEWORK.

CRAP!

I 

HATE

YOU

SCHOOL

WHY

YOU

GOTTA

DO

ME

LIKE

THAT???

Anyway, I was thinking of making another Story. Tellmee what you think about it. 

XOXO

 NIGHTMARE